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I always wanted to say...
The death of someone you loved but didn't expressed them, an uncontrollable misery.
A darkness that follows through every fading day. A confessional ghost slipped away.
Words unheard, now heavy as stone. Echo in rooms where...
A darkness that follows through every fading day. A confessional ghost slipped away.
Words unheard, now heavy as stone. Echo in rooms where...
